To: NicknamedBob
I would climb the oversized apricot tree in my grandma's back yard...but I got older and gave up the habit...
982 posted on
07/03/2006 6:48:34 PM PDT by
Knitting A Conundrum
(Act Justly, Love Mercy, and Walk Humbly With God Micah 6:8)
To: Knitting A Conundrum; Monkey Face; Tax-chick; bentfeather; tuliptree76
The Undead Thread has been a little slow tonight. I decided to write a poem.
Fireworks
When we were young the challenge was,
To figure out what made because.
From day and night, and dark and bright,
We learned that noise could cause a fright.
The Summer storms with crash and flare,
Showed there was tension in the air,
In our confusion and our fear,
We learned to hide when storms appear.
And this was wisdom on our part.
The fools among us thought it art.
They sought to learn the way of sky,
To poke and puzzle, and to pry.
Fire and lightning, distant kin,
We tried to find the fire within,
A fire that burned with such a flash,
The rushing air on ears would crash.
It was discovered, long ago,
The way to make a fire not slow,
To harness the force which quietly lurks,
So we all get a thrill when our fire works.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . July 3, 2006
984 posted on
07/03/2006 7:00:30 PM PDT by
NicknamedBob
(I never submit to IQ tests. That way, I can honestly say that my IQ can not be measured.)
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